Author's note: Hello! This is such a Harry/Draco chapter. I don't mean Drarry. I just mean, it's mostly about them. ALSO, I changed the baby's name to Gemma Elizabeth. I thought it sounded better that way, plus her initials will be GEM. Ok that's done. Anyways, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own anything. I merely borrow characters and twist them into random plots.

Chapter Fifteen:

We Know Who Our Enemies Are

Draco's POV

Harry contacted me three days later saying he was free to go with our plan the next day. We were to go over our plan once again tonight because he is quite paranoid. I understand he wants to make sure everything's going to go according to plan, but he should be used to improvising. He is the king of improvising. But I humored him and told him I'd meet with him after dinner.

Coming home was going to be hard. I had to face my mother and Hermione. I was more worried about my mother since she knew something was being planned, but didn't know what. And Hermione was completely in the dark about this and I wondered if I should say something to her.

I feel instantly guilty doing this behind her back, especially roping one of her best mates into it. I just hope she doesn't hate me if, not when, she finds out. Who am I kidding, she probably is going to find out. She wouldn't be Hermione Malfoy née Granger if she didn't figure this out. So why don't I just tell her then? Because I rather have tried and possibly, hopefully, figure things out than have a pissed Hermione on my hands before I could do anything about it. I still feel extremely guilty about this.

"Hi, love," I heard Hermione say. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I guess I was caught up in my own thoughts," I give her a smile.

"I know how that can be," she said as she stands on her tip toes to kiss me.

I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her fiercely. I feel her confusion as she slowly moves her lips with mine, but soon she forgets about it and melts into me. I try to pour all of my emotions into that one simple kiss. I wanted her to know how guilty and sorry I am for sneaking behind her back and also just how much she means to me.

When I pull back, I see her eyes are still closed. When she opens her beautiful honey eyes, she smiles at me. I can't help but smile back.

"What was that for?"

"I can't kiss my wife?" I asked raising an eyebrow at her.

"I never said that. I'm only saying that was a very intense 'hello'."

"I can't help it. You're beautiful, sexy, and most of all mine."

"Well, if that's all then," she chortled.

With a resounding crack, Appleton stood in front of them.

"Master, Mistress. Dinner is ready. Mistress Narcissa is waiting patiently and told Appleton to hurry you along."

I rolled my eyes at my mother's impatience. I took Hermione's hand in mine and headed to the dining hall.

After dinner, I told Hermione I had a meeting again.

"When will you be back?" She asked with a pout.

My resolve weakened with that look on her face. "I'll be back rather soon actually. It won't take long."

"Ok. I'll stay up until you get back."

"All right, love. I'll see you sooner than you think." I kissed her forehead and headed out.

Arriving at Harry's was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. I never thought I'd ever say that to myself nonetheless call the bloke Harry. I suppose the times really do change.

I knocked and waited for Potter himself or Kreacher to open the door. A moment later, the decrepit elf came to the door.

"Mister Malfoy," he bowed.

"Hello Kreacher."

He moved aside to let me in. "Master Harry is in the library."

"Thank you. I'll go up there myself."

The elf bowed again as I walked up the stairs.

"Harry?" I called.

"In here, Draco."

I walked into the library to find Harry pouring over something on his desk.

"What's that?" I asked as I took a seat.

"A map for St. Mungo's," he stated not looking up.

"Where the hell did you get that?"

"Perks of being an Auror," he smiled.

I laughed. "Abusing your powers, eh?"

"No, of course not."

"Was that sarcasm? Did the 'great' Harry Potter just use sarcasm?"

"Shut up, Malfoy. Now how I've planned this is that since Doctor Faint's office is on the fourth floor, I corner him on the second. That's where the Aurors have set up a few rooms where we interrogate people."

"Ok. How long do you think you can keep him?"

"Half hour tops, maybe more. How much time do you think you'll need?"

"Probably about 45 minutes. It shouldn't take me long to see who called him and search through some files."

"Ok. So we'll meet at the hospital around nine?"

"That works."

"All right, I'll see you then."

I stood up to leave, but I turned back to look at the raven-haired man. "And Harry, thanks."

Harry looked a bit taken aback. "You're welcome, Draco."

I gave him a nod and walked down the stairs and out of the house.

"You're back quickly," Hermione said sitting up in bed.

"I told you I wouldn't be gone long."

"I know, but I've missed you," she said quietly.

"I've missed you too," I stated.

I changed into sleepwear and crawled into bed. I beckoned Hermione to me. She gladly crawled into my embraced and pressed her face into the crook of my neck.I tightly wrapped my arms her.

"I love you, you know that right?" I asked her.

"Of course. As you should know I love you."

"I do. This weekend we should do something. Just the two of us. No baby stuff, just something for us."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Good, it's a date."

"Goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight, Hermione."

Harry's POV

I waited in the hallway that I had donned my invisibility cloak weeks ago. It was almost nine, so Draco should be here any moment.

"Harry?" I heard someone call my name.

I looked up startled. "Ron? What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked confused.

"I asked you first."

"I've come to visit my aunt. She's sick again. I'm sure Gin told you."

"Ah yes! She did. Sorry I forgot. Work's been grating at my mind," I said rubbing my tired eyes.

"It's all right, Harry. So what are you doing here?"

"Meeting someone. I have to ask them questions for a case."

"Oh ok. Well I'll se-" before Ron could finish his sentence Draco walked up.

Harry mentally berated Draco for his timing. It wasn't like he was trying to keep this from Ron, but he knew how Ron would react. He would go completely bonkers. Harry was working with someone Ron still couldn't stand to be around and he knew he'd feel betrayed.

"Is this who you're working with?" Ron asked instantly turning red.

"Weasley, calm down," Draco said folding his arms over his chest.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, Malfoy!"

"Ron, calm down. You're going to make a scene," I said.

"So now you're on his side?" Ron asked pointing to Draco.

"I'm not on anyone's side. I just want you to calm down so that you don't cause a scene, ok?" I said heatedly.

"Fine," Ron spat as he walked away.

"He really needs to learn to control his temper," Draco said coolly.

I nod. "Ok, here's the cloak. You're coming up to his office to me and while I ask him to co-"

"Potter, I know the plan. Let's go."

Draco and I both looked around to make sure there was no one around before Draco donned the cloak. I nodded to the area where Draco was and walked to the elevator. I pushed the button for the fourth floor and waited patiently. When the doors opened, we walked quickly down the hallway to Doctor Faint's office.

"Ready Draco?" I asked quietly.

"Yes."

I knocked on the door a few times and waited for an answer. The door opened and the doctor's face peered out.

"Mister Potter?" He asked surprised.

"Yes. I was wondering if we could talk," I said in a business-like tone.

"What about?"

"I want to discuss a case with you."

"Mister Potter I thought I told you everything you need to know about your friend Hermione."

"I know and this has nothing to do with her. It's a completely different case."

"And this concerns me how?" He asked impatiently.

"Well, the victim has lost their memory. So if you'll come to the second floor with me, we can talk about this in private. It won't take long, I promise," I said giving him a reassuring smile.

He looked around and then finally looked back at me. "Ok, but I have an appointment to take care of soon."

"As I said this won't take long at all."

Doctor Faint went back into his office to collect his things. I felt Draco brush past me and head into the office. Doctor Faint came out a moment later and nodded to me. We headed towards to the elevator and went down to the second floor.

"Have a seat Doctor," I say gesturing to the chair in front of me.

"So tell me about this victim."

"There was an accident at Gringotts last week. The victim wasn't physically hurt, but they soon figured out that he was missing quite a chunk of his memory. And we were wondering if you could take a look at him to assess the situation."

"I could. You and the department would have to make an appointment with me. I am quite a busy man."

"I know you are, sir. I just wanted to talk about this now."

"I see. Anything else you need to talk about Mister Potter? As I said, I'm quite a busy man."

"I understand that. I have other concerns as well."

The man looked annoyed, but told me to continue nonetheless.

Draco's POV

As soon as I heard the door lock behind me, I took off the cloak and placed it on the desk. I took my wand out and walked over to his filing cabinet. I located Hermione's files easily.

I sat down in the chair and spread the files over the desk.

Malfoy, Hermione

Approximate amount of memory loss: the last two and a half years of her life

Reasons: Cause unknown.

Her files were rather informative. They were no use to me. I placed them back into the cabinet and walked over to the fireplace. I knelt down in front of it and cast Vocant Log. A wisp of blue light came out of the tip of my wand.

I watched as faces flashed by. Some I recognized and some I didn't. I briefly listen to their conversations, but when I'm sure it's nothing important, I continue. I stop again when I find a conversation where these isn't a face.

My eyebrows knit together as I listen to the one-sided conversation. I don't recognize the voice either. When they were finished speaking, I stopped the spell and sat there mulling over who it could be. I looked down at my watch and realized I should be getting out of the office soon.

Just as I'm about to get up, the fireplace turns green. I panic and look around. The cloak is too far away. I quickly stand up and point my wand at the fireplace waiting for whomever would come out. I would stun them and rearrange their memories. I couldn't afford to get caught.

When the person finally walked out of the fireplace I nearly dropped my wand.

"You? Why are you here?"

The person smiled. "I could ask you the same thing. I was quite surprised when I noticed someone was messing with my floo. And now I find you on the other side. It's a pity I'm going to have to do this."

"What? Are you involved?" I asked.

"Possibly, but why would I tell you that. Stupefy!"

Before I could react I saw nothing but black.

A/N: I know, I'm an evil wench. I left you at another cliffhanger. Baha! Sorry. So who do you think it is?